Chapter 540: The Woman in the Painting

As soon as Huo Chenhuan saw the word gift, he was reminded of the house his mother had left behind for her future daughter-in-law.

He immediately got someone to clean up the place before Su Yayan left.

Su Yayan saw that he didnt speak and didnt continue asking. She pulled Huo Chenhuan and was about to walk in when she realized that she couldnt move him at all.

You Su Yayan turned to look at him in confusion. When she saw the complicated expression on his face, she suddenly understood what he was feeling. She probed, Do you want to go in? If you want, Ill go in with you. Otherwise, we can just walk around outside. This courtyard and the night scenery outside are quite beautiful.

Huo Chenhuan looked at her concerned gaze, his narrowed eyes filled with warmth.

He held Su Yayans hand and said, Its alright. Lets go in. Its been so many years. I want to see whats inside.

Su Yayan studied his expression carefully. Seeing that he didnt seem to be forcing himself, she grabbed Huo Chenhuans hand and followed him into the house.

The small villa on the mountain had a total of three floors. The white outer wall looked old due to years of neglect.

In addition, some of the plants in the yard crawled up along the wall, adding some green to the snow-white outer wall.

Perhaps it was because the interior of the house had just been cleaned, but it looked quite clean. It was just that after so many years of not having lived here, there was still some decay and less life.

There was a cream-colored sofa in the s.p.a.cious and bright hall, and all kinds of rare murals hung on the walls.

There were characters, animals, and plants in these murals. The only thing they had in common was that their base colors were almost all warm colors. It could be seen that the person who chose them must be someone with a warm heart.

Other than that, there were also some pretty vases and decorations.

Unfortunately, because no one lived here all year round, there were no longer any decorative flowers in the vase. It looked bare and cold.

This painting Su Yayan noticed that one of the paintings on the wall was particularly eye-catching.

It was a portrait of a woman. The woman in the portrait looked to be in her early thirties, mature with an intelligent air.

Her doe-like eyes stared straight ahead, and her lips curled up slightly. The curve was not particularly big, but it could make one feel the joy in her heart.

Just by looking at this painting, one could feel her gentle temperament and the elegance in her bones, making people subconsciously like her.

Huo Chenhuan looked at the painting in a daze.

Only at this moment did he finally realize that no matter how long had pa.s.sed, no matter how much he deceived himself and tried to forget it.

Even when he was married to Su Yayan, he didnt want to think about this place and handed it to her.

Deep in his heart, this place was ultimately different.

This portrait was painted by my father. The person in the painting is my mother.

Su Yayan already had a guess in her heart. She couldnt help but sigh when she heard Huo Chenhuans words. Your mother is so beautiful and elegant. No wonder your father loves her so much.

Huo Chenhuan was amused by her words, and the sadness in his heart dissipated. My mom would be happy to hear that.

No one would dislike being praised, and his mother was no exception.

With his mothers personality, if she were still alive, Huo Chenhuan believed that she would be very satisfied with the daughter-in-law he found for her..